Alpha Asher By Jane Doe

Chapter 215

There’s nothing soft about the way his lips claim mine. His kisses embody who he is down to his core. They’re all consuming, a raging inferno that devours and destroys everything it touches. The way his hand rises to snare my throat claiming everything, even the air I breathe, as his own.

My body ached, throbbing with the desperate need to be filled, to be as close to our mate as humanly possible.

“Asher, you’re killing me. I can’t wait any longer.” I whimpered, lifting my hips until the firmness of his cock rubbed against my opening, grinding into the little bundle of nerves that had me seeing stars. “Please…please fuck me.”

With one last resounding snarl, Asher complied.

The lake, the beach, even the gorgeous waterfall in the distance faded into nothingness. We could’ve been in a piss poor tent in the middle of the woods, and it wouldn’t have mattered. Every touch dragged me further into his depths, while every seductive word he whispered pulled me under, the currents so strong that I didn’t bother to fight.

I’d lost count of how many times I’d plummeted off the edge, but before long Asher took the fall right by my side. 1

We laid next to each other on the blanket, both of us sopping wet from wrapping up in the lake. He pushed himself into a sitting position and opened the picnic basket. Water dribbled from the longest parts of his hair down his sloped jawline, all the way down to his muscular chest. I followed a few droplets with my eyes as they traveled down the grooves of his abs, lost to the trimmed hair above his cock.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you again.” He said darkly, making me realize he wasn’t rummaging through the basket like I’d thought.

“I wouldn’t complain.” I smirked.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t, but then you wouldn’t be able to drink these…” He teased, pulling not one, but two blood bags from the basket.

I gasped. “You really did think of everything.”

Asher looked in the basket a second time and frowned. “Actually, I didn’t think of everything. I must’ve left the water in the car. There’s some sandwiches and bags of chips in there. Go ahead and eat, I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, okay.” I shrugged.

blood bag’s he’d handed me. I wasn’t going to start eating

sending Asher’s spicy sent billowing

you went back to the car?” I said

I had what I needed.”

bond, drawing my concern. I twisted around to look back at him, and what I saw made my

close he could reach out and touch me if he wanted to, but it would’ve been hard to do considering he

anyone I’d ever met. I’d spent my life surrounded by people that feared me or would bend over backwards to please me. None of it was genuine, and I hated every second of it. You refused to submit-you tested me, challenged me at every turn and no matter how much I tried to hate you, I couldn’t stop myself from

my heart faded into the background, taking with it every frantic, hair brained thought that squealed in my head. Marriage wasn’t something all werewolves did, but there were a few that indulged in the human tradition. I’d never truly thought about it, but seeing Asher bare his soul and

to open the box and as his fingers trembled, I sank my

“Yes!”

tiny golden threads that wrapped around one another,

There isn’t a future. for me without you in it, not in this life or the

so much, so many things I wanted to say to this man- the one that claimed every piece of my imperfect heart

“Yes.”

that one word, I was

own. This time they were soft, moving slowly with the flow

exhaled, his chest heaving, and lips swollen. “Thank

short life had ever felt as right as Asher sliding that ring onto my finger. In that moment, there wasn’t a witch alive that could touch us. We were riding the high of our love, and it

in the water, hiding beneath the waterfall, and lounging on the blanket. With each one we remained wrapped around one another, touching and tasting like it was our last day on this

painting of oranges and pinks, did we finally pack up and venture back to

into the foyer, we were a mess of limbs, lips, and teeth. There was a

clothes started being torn off, and that was only the first round. The second was in our bedroom with me perched

bruises on my hips where he was holding on so tightly, clinging to the last threads of